Gerald Ford has died, and I still don't feel healed from Watergate.

I started reading a novel today: this. I should say: I read Calvino's introduction and Weaver's forward. Then I got spit off the bus, like a peanut shell.

Tonight I scored another Baffler, this time Number Ten. I seem to be collecting them. I read a poem by Chris Stroffolino on the bus home, then began an essay on the novelist Pamela Moore. My roommate's just read Chris's Light As a Fetter and said it's good. The jacket's great. Because of this love-thing I have for you, my readers, there's a pic here and a real steal here.

Will The Baffler ever return? Is Gerald Ford really dead?

Melville House sent me their Spring catalogue today. I am too tired to type anymore, but here's your clue: Ann Beattie = Tao Lin.